D O U B T E V E R Y T H I N G

You have entered the silent, dark foyer of a vast structure, apparently hewn from solid obsidian. The perfectly smooth, infinitely black surfaces absorb all traces of color from the room. In the dim ambient light (from no apparent source) you see your reflection, grey and ghostlike, in the almost frictionless floor, the gently curving walls, and the ceiling high above.

As your eyes become accustomed to the minimal light, you begin to discern etchings, reliefs, and sculptures, made of the same completely black stone. The decorations are unmistakably gothic, bespeaking ancient ways and lost values, yet somehow this place has the scent of formidable technology about it.

Just as your eyes adapted to darkness, your ears recover from the constant noise outside and adapt to this place. You can now hear the soft, soothing music coming from everywhere around you. It has an ancient melody that touches some deep part of your soul, reassuring you. You feel strangely comfortable in this bizarre, solemn place.

A hollow, disembodied voice, haunted with the sighs of a thousand lost souls, seems to softly echo within your mind, having discreetly bypassed your ears.

"Welcome friend, to my home, the Villa Straylight. Please, make yourself at home. Stay as long as you like. Feel free to explore if you wish, or relax here with me for a moment."